Mom, through the years

I saw reminders of the time Mom was a 4-H leader, a part of the hospital guild ( they sewed curtains for the new hospital). She also had embroidered the names of all the birthday club members on a table cloth. I found the evidence of years of canning, apples picked from their apple trees, tomatoes, and jars and jars of chokecherry, grape, and plum jams and jellies.

                         

   Not only did the basement serve as a cool place to be in the summer, and a warm place to be in the winter, there also was an important place for gloves, overalls, boots and the like, because Mom worked many hours in the field. She plowed, raked hay, fenced, and could drive any of the farm machinery. 

There was a 'last time' that the sewing machine was used, the overalls and boots were worn, and the canning jars were neatly stacked in the pantry. A last time the toys were put away. It is all a very precious memory that I am so grateful for, this life on the farm. 

Gramma didn't remember we were gone, Sheri was here to help get her meals, medicine, and keep her company as she read the paper and did word searches. She is very happy and content, reminiscing over pictures from time to time. I will always be grateful for her even temperment and work ethic. What a wonderful legacy.